Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.